Surely he’ll lose interest if I’m ever foolish enough to shove common sense aside and actually sleep with him.
Stunned speechless, I look back at him.
“You’re worth it.” His arms are folded over his chest. “And you’ll thank me. Eventually.”
The moving crew brings up the next load, and he has to step aside. Grateful for the distraction, I answer a couple of questions and invite them to help themselves to the snacks as I slip my keycard back into my purse and put it down on a small table just inside the door.
“He’s charming.” When we’re alone in front of the feast, Lila picks up a brownie. “And handsome.” She takes a bite. “But he’s still has a black heart. Remember that.”
She summed him up perfectly.
“I’ll start putting your kitchen together.” Lila wipes her hands on a napkin. “I mean, unless you want me to put away those items from your bedroom.”
“Stop it.” I roll my eyes. “You’re terrible.”
“Not every day your boss sees your massive dildo, my friend.”
Dying from embarrassment all over again, I readjust the bill of my cap.
We both laugh. Then I give her a general idea of what goes where in the cabinets while I head to the bathroom to install a roll of toilet paper and put a hand towel and a bottle of soap on the vanity.
But even those details have been taken care of.
Blackwell? Again?
Carrying the moving box, I walk into my bedroom.
When Tasha showed me the place, the room was fully accessorized. And it still is. But the décor is much more to my taste.
The massive, attached bathroom is bigger than the bedroom in my old place, and everything here is perfect too. All I really needed to bring was a toothbrush. Everything has been thoughtfully provided.
I set about putting my few toiletries in drawers and cabinet. Having AC that blows cold air makes this whole process so much easier than what I’ve dealt with for the last few days.
“Knock, knock!”
I look up to see Tasha standing just on the other side of the doorway, holding a massive basket that’s almost taller than she is. “Sorry. I didn’t hear you come in.” Standing, I smooth my top into place.
As always, she’s stylishly dressed and wearing mile-high stilettos. I swear she could star in a reality TV show about real estate. With her warmth, laughter, and professionalism, I’d liked her immediately, enough so that I’m thinking of asking Lila if it’s okay to invite her to our happy hour gatherings.
“I called your name so I didn’t startle you, but you’ve got quite the commotion going on here.”
“You could call it that.”
“Mr. Blackwell likes to have things in order.”
Another thing she’s right about.
“I brought you a little something as a housewarming gift. Is it okay if I put it in the kitchen?”
“Sorry. God. I shouldn’t have just left you standing there.” Especially in those shoes.
“Moving day is always chaotic.”
We enter the kitchen, and I introduce her to Lila. “We met. When she was looking for you.”
Tasha slides the basket onto the counter.
“Should I open it? Or wait until later?” I wrinkle my nose. “I’m never sure what etiquette says.”
